You Can't Take The Country Out Of Me

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Well i was raised out in the country,
Just outside a real small town,
And just like any other young boy,
All my life i dreamed of getting out.
I've been down,
To the city,
It's a real nice place to see,
Well i got to much rebel in me,
I gotta be somewhere where i can breathe.
You can take me out of the country,
Miles from where i wanna be,
You can take me out of the country,
But you can't take the country outta me.
Hurry home,
To my woman,
Big blue eyes and long blonde hair,
And we'll make love way until morning,
And tell the world i don't care.
You can take me out of the country,
Miles from where i wanna be,
You can take me out of the country,
But you can't take the country outta me.
Take me out of the country,
Miles from where i wanna be
You can take me out of the country,
Miles from where i wanna be,
You can take me out of the country,
But you can't take the country outta me.
You can take me out of the country,
But you can't take the country outta me.

Well I was thumbing through the channels
And I saw a sight to see
A so-called country singer, there singing on MTV
And I began to think - had she ever heard a thing
Had she ever been to Texas where Bob Wills is still the king
Ah - ha
From the Houston rodeo to any old dancehall
Of cowgirls and cowboys know how to have a ball
And every night they'll tip a toast to the Lone Star state
Where the women are so fine and the music is so great
Cause I wanna two-step to a real dancehall swinger
I don't wanna see no wanna-be country western singer
Don't call it country unless you can prove it
I want something with a swing to it
Aw yeah...
All together now....
It's a Texas thing, Y'all
So if you don't understand just drop what you're doing
Drive here as quick as you can
I'd even stop in Oklahoma if it was up to me
Cause when it comes to country, there ain't none like
I wanna two-step to a real dancehall swinger
I don't wanna see no wanna-be country western singer
Don't call it country unless you can prove it
I want something with a swing to it
That hip-hoppin' rappin' boy band crap is for the squirrels in San Francisco
And Nashville is making music that sounds like a dadgum disco
Don't call it country unless you can prove it
I want something with a swing to it
Yes, I said don't call it country unless you can prove it
I want something with a swing to it
That's right...

Watch out son mmm yeah
Well did you ever hear a hound dog bayin' in the hills city boy
And did you ever hear a bullfrog clappin' on his gills city boy
Well did you ever see a catfish a jumpin' in the stream
Well I have buddy and it's a country boy's dream
And I'm a country boy Lord I'm a country boy
Well did you ever hear a wagon mowin' across the lawn city boy
Did you ever see a cow with a newly born city boy
Did you ever plow a field with a mule and team
Well I have buddy and it's a country boy's dream
I'm a cornbread buttermilk hand spanked country boy
Whoa you can see I'm from the country and you can tell it at a glance
I wear broke in shoes cotton shirts straw hats and a Levi pants
When I wake up in the morning down on the farm city boy
You milk on a cow and you clean out the barn city boy
Well you plow and you sow and you work like a fool
Harvest that farm then put away the tools
I'm a cornbread buttermilk hand spanked country boy
Play it country guitar
Get it get it get it
Well now with a nickel in your pocket did you ever go to town huh city boy
And like a millionaire you spread it till you spread it all around city boy
First you spend a little here and then you spend a little there
You horse it around till you cover the square
Oh I'm a country boy yes I'm a country boy
Well you can tell I'm from the country you can see it at a glance
I wear broke in shoes cotton shirts straw hats and a Levi pants
Ah in a little white church down in the glade city boy
Every Sunday morning we would kneel and we would pray city boy
Whoa I remember gettin' down on my knees and sayin' thank you Lord for makin' me
A little cornbread buttermilk hand spanked country boy
Whoa I'm a cornbread hand spanked country boy
I'm a cornbread buttermilk hand spanked country boy

Soon the pines will be falling everywhere
Village children fight each other for a share
And the 6:09 goes roaring past the creek
Deacon Lee prepares his sermon for next week
I saw grandma yesterday down at the store
Well she's really going fine for eighty four
Well she asked me if sometime I'd fix her barn
Poor old girl she needs a hand to run the farm
And it's good old country comfort in my bones
Just the sweetest sound my ears have ever known
Just an old-fashioned feeling fully-grown
Country comfort's in a truck that's going home
Down at the well they've got a new machine
The foreman says it cuts man-power by fifteen
Yeah but that ain't natural well so old Clay would say
You see he's a horse-drawn man until his dying day
Now the old fat goose is flying cross the sticks
The hedgehog's done in clay between the bricks
And the rocking chair's creaking on the porch
Across the valley moves the herdsman with his torch

Well the latest news from Nashville
Ain’t all good, but it ain’t bad
The worst I ever found there
Was the best I ever had
The new hats and the no hats
Are still coming on pretty strong
While me and Kris and John and Willie
Are stilling plodding right along
Clint Black’s moved out to Hollywierd
He’s in love and that’s a fact
Done found himself a movie star
Gonna show him how to act
Garth Brooks keeps selling millions
No that sure ain’t no joke
But I just can’t help looking for
A pig down in the poke
Have you seen Tanya Tucker
Hangin’ in there, hangin’ tough
Her and Dolly Pardon
Still got much more than enough
But a few new country ladies
That I’ve seen go dancin’ past
Should forget about Madonna
She ain’t got no country class
Travis Tritt’s got all the talent
Least it seems that way to me
He’s a little brash and cocky
But he’s got a right to be
Now Billy Ray keeps right on dancin’
Outta tune and outta time
He drives Bubbas up the wall
And girls out of their minds
Livin’ legends are a dying breed
There ain’t too many left
To tell the truth, I ain’t been feelin’
Real hot lately my damn self
But I ain’t old and I ain’t bitter
I ain’t mad at anyone
So don’t go takin’ seriously
What’s poked at you in fun
But if you’ve ever been to Nashville
I think you might agree
We’ve seen a lot of changes
Things we never thought we’d see
A rock-n-roller with a banjo
Now that I might recall
But a country singer with a brief case
Beats all I ever saw

I grew up in South Carolina
Singing all them bluegrass and country songs
I'd sing from Hannah down to Charlestowne
Getting all the people to sing along to what I call
South Carolina low country
Southern words with an old Sandlapper tune
Palmetto trees swaying in that Atlantic breeze
Reaching up to touch the crescent moon
South Carolina low country
Is the music that comes outta me
I remember standing in the warm sunshine
Working my fingers to the bone
Singing as I suckered down that ole drag row
I came up with a music all my own it;s what I call
South Carolina low country
Southern words with an old Sandlapper tune
Palmetto trees swaying in that Atlantic breeze
Reaching up to touch the crescent moon
South Carolina low country
Is the music that comes outta me
God bless Wade Hampton and The Swamp Fox
Their strength will stand the test of time
They fought for a flag, a state, and a way of life
because of that you will always find me singing my
South Carolina low country
Oh, the sound in my heart will always be
South Carolina low country
That's the music that comes outta me
It's the music coming outta me